I was born into a family who was colorblind
As a child I played house with my sister, and games like “Pretty Pretty Princess,” it was fine, my family was colorblind
I always chose art supplies, crayons, pens and paper, it was fine, cause my family was colorblind
I was teased and tormented, beaten at bus stops, most people turned a blind eye, cause they were colorblind
At church camp I fell to my knees and sobbed, praying to God to change me, but no one said a thing because they were colorblind
As a teenager I learned to hate myself because I didn’t think I was worthy of love, and never would be, but it was fine because I was colorblind
Today I am free, today I can see, today I am worthy, because for the first time I am not colorblind
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